I wish I could take a pill and forget all knowledge about his habits, but I can't. It's etched in my brain like a shitty engraved iPod. On one hand, it's pretty easy to avoid him because I know his habits. But, it also sucks donkey balls because I'm constantly calculating where he might be.
So, when I see that he's online on Facebook at 3am on a Thursday morning, my first thought is, "What's he doing up this late? He has to go to work in six hours." Then that immediately leads to, "Is he talking to someone? Is it a new girl? Is she pretty? She's probably pretty. Oh god, I hate everything so much right now." Then, I calm myself down by reasoning that he probably just fell asleep with his laptop open because he always goes to quizzo on Wednesday nights so he probably got too tipsy, came home, and passed out. See what I mean? I HATE THAT I KNOW THIS! Ugh! Make it stop!